Murderer, bowel collector
Bloody cruel in search of blood
Dragging one of his victims through hallway
On this gallery there are guts, and mortal remains
Returning to room, dragging a body
That now is just one with the outers
This victim still alive but unconscious
There`s no hope, just pain is certain
Rapped women find themselves in the room`s corner
Expressing pain and despair
Some mutilated with rotten pussies
Now this new body must suffer
Her backbone is dragged by an iron bar
Not before rapping her several times
Gut her now
The victim contort herself inside the room
Suffocated vomit, she is still alive
Slashed guts, her brain is smashed
There`s no way out, there`s no scape
Human pieces rot in the ground, that is welcome killing
The stench of death is so sweet, boast the depravity of death
There`s horror in her eyes, death is certain
There`s no way out, just everlasting pain
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024